Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you know, because, uh, you're new in town.
♪ Every minute's like a hundred hours ♪
Okay, Bernie. This one you'll like 'cause I know you're a Richard Gere-head.
Someone needs to make out and change that vibe, baby.
and I could "shovel your driveway."
Yeah. What do you need, kid?
At least my kerosene-soaked fireworks are okay.
I personally think that went about as well as it could have.
♪ But your high heels are so loud ♪
[crying]
Good morning, Bridgeton Middle.
[gasps] Rick, are you thinking what I'm thinking?
What's that nympho doing now?
Really fucking hot, baby. He's forbidden fruit.
Now, if you'll excuse us, this party sucks.
This is nice.
Yes. Yes, we can.
Oh, what I wouldn't give to attack Bernie Sanders just like that.
Come on, give the lady what she wants,
Like a motorcycle that he straddles with his ample groin.
Should we maybe take off our shirts?
Andrew, you should use Nick's attic to hook up with Bernie.
Oh, that feels nice.
I only know him from his work as a racist and an anti-Semite.
Fondling each other's breasts?
[growls sexily]
♪ Get me out of this cage ♪
And maybe the stress of Connie not wanting the baby.
♪ Every hour's like a million years ♪
Maury, Bernie Sanders replied to my text. She wants to Zoom.
Andrew's at a soo-soo party?
[grunting]
Do you want to three-way make out with me and Devon?
♪ I'm a pent-up Sex-starved ball of rage ♪
so you can see my Jewish fucking torso.
♪ Get me out of this hell ♪
As much as I would love for him to murder my vagina,
[giggles]
-It's the family account. -That's it.
Why, thank you, Jay. You're such a sweet boy.
The hookup house, it's just like the dream, kind of.
♪ The loneliness is all-consuming ♪